Emma: Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today.
Emma: I love you, Dex, so much. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.
Ian: She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy, so happy, and I will always be grateful to you for that.
Emma: I'm not lonely, I'm alone.
Emma: If I can't talk to you, then what is the point of you? Of us?
Dexter: If I could give you just one gift, do you know what it would be? Confidence. That or a scented candle.
Emma: I got to know you. You cured me of you.
Emma: A tortilla is either corn or wheat. But a corn tortilla folded and filled is a taco, whereas a filled wheat tortilla is a burrito. Deep fry a burrito, it's a chimichanga. Toast a tortilla, it's a tostada. Roll it, it's an enchilada.
Emma: If you muck me about, Dexter, lead me me on, or let me down, or go behind my back, I will murder you.
Dexter: [referring to the back of her bathing suit] It's scooped a bit low isn't it?
Emma: Good job I didn't put it on backwards.
Emma: Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.
Emma: Your wedding invitations are scented?
Dexter: Lavender.
Emma: No, Dex, money. They smell of money.
Dexter: I'd still like to read that poetry. What rhymes with Dexter?
Emma: Prick. It's a half rhyme.
Emma: That's a very serious face. You're not having a wee, are you?
Emma: Either you are on coke or you got dysentery, either way ITS BORING!
Emma: Whatever happens tomorrow, We've had today. And if we should bump into each other sometime in the future, well that's fine too, we'll be friends.
Emma: I'll only be a minute. No playing with yourself while I'm gone.
Dexter: Come on, everyone's lost at 25.
Ian: she made you decent and in return you made her so happy.
Ian: Call the bloody police! It's my flat too!
Emma: Is it? I paid the mortgage! You just sat around farting and watching the bloody Wrath of Khan!
